Silent Crown Chapter 350: Knowing where to see

　　 For the first time, Ye Qingxuan realized this kind of frustration that no matter how hard he tried, he was unable to move forward.

　　 Although it is not serious enough to constitute a blow, it can be expected that with the accumulation of time, after being stuck for three or four years, what a crazy predicament he will enter.

　　There are so many musicians who, at all costs, will break this high wall blocking the road.

　　In the face of it, you must pay all costs and have the determination to give up everything, otherwise you will be prepared for this life to be unable to move forward.

　　 Ye Qingxuan sighed, closed his eyes, and stretched out his palm to the sky, soft notes sounded as the fingertips fell.

　　 Then, he saw it, the mist gradually dissipated, and the invisible etheric sea gradually revealed in front of him that it was huge enough to fill the entire world.

　　Compared with it, my own existence is so small that it can’t even be called dust.

　　 And in this little dust, gradually, there is a sense of Ruoyoruowu extending out, toward the depths of the etheric sea.

　　 Ye Qingxuan could sense that the four roads slowly unfolded in front of him.

　　The four roads, long or short, all lead to four different directions, and they represent the four factions that they control.

　　 One of them seems like countless stars converge and the stars revolve, illuminating the fog for him, and faintly pointing out the direction of the end. This is the way of music theory of the school of enlightenment.

　　 A misty, like phantom, if there is nothing, it is the path of the illusion school.

　　 A road stretched from under his feet, spiraling upward, and countless blurred faces emerged, staring at him, as if full of infinite magic power, bewitching him to come forward and toward the end.

　　 This is the psychology school.

　　 And the last road, the longest and strongest road, stretched out from him. It leads to the sky and stretches upward firmly, approaching the core of everything inch by inch.

　　 This is the School of Forbidden, and it is also the school that Ye Qingxuan currently masters the most.

　　 He can feel it. Just a little bit, just a tiny distance away, his consciousness can enter the core of the etheric sea through the path of musicians, and then project into the etheric realm. Rivet the origin for yourself, resonate in the world, step into the resonance level.

　　 is only one thread away.

　　 can be this line, but it looks like Tianyuan for a long time.

　　 Ye Qingxuan knew that if he couldn't bear his barrier of knowledge, he would never cross that line of distance.

　　 Because of this, I feel upset.

　　If there is a way to easily cross the past, would the barrier of knowledge still be called the barrier of despair?

　　 people who can cross this barrier with their own power are just rare among so many musicians in the world. The cost of borrowing the Holy Spirit or depravity is too small, so small that it is so easy to be driven mad by the immediate difficulties.

　　 Ye Qingxuan retracted the induction. Open your eyes again.

　　"Is it time to eat?"

　　 He muttered to himself, touched his stomach, and groaned with hunger.

　　 still entered a state of doing nothing. During the day when I was idle, I went to the Elder Caligula’s house to drop by to discuss the classics and history, and talk about the parents’ family.

　　, I have gained a lot of ancient history of Romulus and the forbidden medicine given to him by the elders. Ye Qingxuan kept the former in mind, while the latter threw the trash can directly after going out.

　　 Nothing else.

　　Occasionally go to the church to see if the priest has any research results on the virus.

　　 As for the King of Yellow? He had long been left behind. Anyway, he didn't go out for a reward from His Majesty the Pope.

　　 Just as he was tossing and turning on the recliner, whether he was eating scones or eating some dry food at noon, a shadow was cast on his face.

　　 "Yo. Still basking in the sun?"

　　The old white-haired man from the East bent over to look at him, smiling.

　　 "Mr. Hu, are you walking again?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan got up and invited him to a seat. Pour him a cup of coffee brewed on the small stove next to him.

　　"My name is Xiaowan."

　　 Mr. Hu sighed while holding the quilt: "So I like walking very much. When studying with my teacher, my teacher told me that if I am in a bad mood, or if there is something that I can’t decide, go out. Take a walk."

　　 "Is it useful?"

　　 "Probably useful, right?"

　　 Mr. Hu scratched his head: "One time, my teacher went to meet the emperor. After returning, he was suspicious and took me for a walk. Starting from the imperial capital, I walked west for ten years and then walked slowly. Come back.

　　 At the end, the teacher finally figured it out. "

　　 Ye Qingxuan was very curious, I don’t know what the problem is that made Mr. Hu’s teacher think about it for more than ten years before figuring it out:

　　 "What happened later?"

　　 "Later?" Mr. Hu shrugged: "Later he died, and I returned to the imperial capital with his ashes. He was enshrined in the building of Lingyan. Now, many years have passed."

　　"……"

　　 Ye Qingxuan didn’t know what to say, so he could only talk for a long time, and exclaimed: "The East is really magical."

　　 "Yes, it's a good place."

　　 Mr. Hu took out his thin tobacco rod, stuffed the tobacco skillfully, lit it, and after taking two deep breaths, he exhaled a puff of green smoke. When he did this, he squatted on the ground, not like a teacher who is a role model, but like an old farmer who slept in and out, and was happy and contented.

　　"Hey, kid." He suddenly asked, "Do you want to go to the East?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan was taken aback and shook his head.

　　 "You should go."

　　 Mr. Hu glanced at his gray hair, if he pointed out: "Otherwise, it would be a pity."

　　The young man was silent for a moment and couldn't help scratching his head:

　　"Sir, it’s nothing to be a pity. People like me can do only a few things-if you do well, everything will be fine, and if you don’t do it well, everything will be fine.

　　 But now, these things I should do have already kept me busy. Where can I spare any energy to think about Eastern things? "

　　"...Have you ever thought that there is something waiting for you there?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan thought for a while and shook his head:

　　 "Never."

　　Mr. Hu nodded and suddenly laughed softly.

　　 "Let's do this." He took a breath and got up with relief: "This is actually quite good."

　　 He nodded and said goodbye, but when he was about to leave, he was stopped by Ye Qingxuan.

　　 "Mr. Hu, you are a big figure in the Imperial College, and you must have your own opinions on music theory, right?"

　　 Mr. Hu looked at him suspiciously and nodded.

　　 then. The boy smiled happily, rubbing his hands together:

　　 "I have a question, can you ask me?"

　　 Half an hour later, in the lobby of the hotel. In a secluded corner.

　　 "That's it."

　　 After listening to Ye Qingxuan's confusion and current predicament, Mr. Hu nodded his head thoughtfully.

　　 soon, he asked sternly: "Ye Qingxuan, have you ever thought about it. What is the origin of the world? How do things form and evolve?"

　　 "No." Ye Qingxuan shook his head.

　　"The essence of time and space, the laws of nature, does the soul exist?"

　　 "I don't know."

　　"The relationship between man and the world?"

　　 "I never thought about it."

　　 Ye Qingxuan shook his head cleanly, but Mr. Hu looked at him with sharp eyes, as if to pierce his disguise: "Have you thought about it, or don’t want to think about it?"

　　"……"

　　 Ye Qingxuan was taken aback, his expression stiffened. After a long time, he scratched his head awkwardly: "What do you mean, sir?"

　　"'The metaphysical is the Tao, and the metaphysical is the instrument.' This is the ancient interpretation of the path of musicians in the East. That is, the outside and the inside. The seven series of musicians can be distinguished.

　　If I didn’t guess wrong..."

　　He stretched out his hand, buckled Ye Qingxuan's veins, and touched the young man’s heart with three fingers, his expression suddenly felt:

　　"Are revelations, mental states, and illusions still banned? As expected...Ye Qingxuan, how long have you not dreamed?"

　　"Dreaming?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan was confused: "I have..."

　　 His words stopped abruptly.

　　Until now, he realized that he didn't seem to have dreamed for a long time.

　　 I don’t know when to start. I stopped dreaming and couldn't remember any dreams. Looking back now, he only remembered that man said to himself in a dream a long time ago. To the end of the dream...

　　 Thinking of this, his expression suddenly became sad, and he smiled reluctantly: "Does this have anything to do with my barrier of vision?"

　　"This is your problem."

　　 Mr. Hu touched the thin cigarette stick in his hand and asked faintly: "Ye Qingxuan, in addition to focusing on the forbidden way of ether, you have also cultivated almost all the'way of self'. But your self But there is a deviation from reality.

　　 You have actually noticed this, right? "

　　 Ye Qingxuan was silent.

　　 But Mr. Hu is right.

　　 He may have noticed something wrong with him, but he can't tell where it is.

　　"That’s why you feel that you are incompatible with so many musicians.

　　 Because you never feel that you are in the same world as them, and you lack the sense of being a musician. So many people come by mediocrity and go to IndoMTL.com~ but you are mixed in, but like a bystander, there is no way to blend into it.

　　——It's like a zebra can't find a place to go between the black horse and the white horse. "

　　Mr. Hu stared at him with pity and sympathy in his eyes.

　　"Ye Qingxuan, if one day, you find that this world is completely different from what you think, what will happen to you?"

　　"……"

　　 Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, speechless.

　　 Mr. Hu got up to say goodbye and patted him on the shoulder:

　　"——Your barrier of knowledge and vision is here."

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　　 Late at night, Ye Qingxuan finally woke up from his contemplation in the room.

　　 To tell the truth, he really has nothing to do with this. If this question is a barrier of his knowledge, then he really can't find any clues to answer it.

　　 "So, I can only rely on you?"

　　 He raised his head and looked at the table in front of him. On the table was a decayed head with dark eyes, as if it contained the primordial darkness of the universe, and contained all the unknown secrets.

　　——The skull of true knowledge.

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　　 It’s the end of the month without knowing it. Come on a wave of monthly tickets, friends, I think this ranking is a bit dangerous. (To be continued.)